Cheating and Rivals – Part 30 "I have a meeting at CATF this week," Mike told Jen at their loft apartment after getting home. "I've set it up with Maggie. She'll watch Anna while you're working. I'll be back by Wednesday, Thursday at the latest." "Oh okay," Jen said. "I'd rather you didn't see Frank while I'm away," Mike said. "I won't baby," Jen ass...
This story was co-written by MarshAlien and tickledkitty and is our entry for the 2008 Valentine's Day Story Contest. We hope you enjoy it and welcome feedback. Please don't forget to vote! * "I'll tell you what really frosts my cookies. We're out there 24/7, 365 days a year, busting our cherubic little butts, and we get into December and it's all Santa Cl...
It is amazing that some people's ability to be so naive and yet so devious often clouds commonsense to the point of being ridiculous. A simple question often comes to mind. Why would a husband or group of husbands ever be comfortable and accept a proposal from their wives that they go to a place of extremes like Las Vegas for a week while the men look af...
The days leading up to the next alliance meeting were busy for everyone at the O'Connor Pack. Even though Dante and Lily were no longer officially part of this Pack, it was still their home for now, and it had been their first Pack, so they pitched in with the work as well. Dante helped a lot with increasing the Pack's security and with taking the necessary...
Chapter 12 A cock in the hand is worth two in the bush Author's note: Several months ago, I left off this story after chapter 9. Thanks to the encouraging reader feedback, the muse has returned, and I have finished the story. * They fled the nightmare of the city. The Singing Selkie proved herself a nimble and true boat, surging out into the brisk fall...
On the last week of March, 2004, while vacationing in Paris, I had by chance spent most of a rainy afternoon in my late aunt's attic. I was there to help in settling her estate and while perusing a series of bound letters found in a musty trunk, I came across . . . well read on and see for yourself. P. Fogg ~ A Memoir ~ As I read this document I came to...
Author's Note: This is a period romance taking place during and after the Civil War in the American south. It is a work of fiction and was written for the 2020 Valentine's Day Contest. This romantic story focuses more on the characters rather than the sex. While there is some sex later in the story, there's not a lot and it isn't all that graphic. If you'...
Yikes!! Randi wants Gothic and I'm most assuredly NOT Mary Shelley. Still, I've got Rick at rkv330. I took his usual clever idea, sprinkled on a few Goths, and this is the result. Naturally, none of this would happen without Randi's inspiration - so thanks as ever old friend -- please enjoy... DT * First there was blackness and peace. Then, there was daz...
Lena Waiting at the passenger side of my car, I extended my hand to help him down. He accepted, and we strolled toward his front door. Some guys were still too proud to be assisted, but most were getting over it. Brian, my date for the evening, gave me an expectant smile as I knelt on his porch -- or, more accurately, his mother's porch -- to say good ni...
The next morning, I awoke to find Angela and Simone in 69 already, their groans awakening me. My cock was rock hard with a morning woody, so I simply rubbed my eyes, stretched, and lay beside them, watching them, wanking for a bit. Simone was on top, her large tits pressed against Angela's stomach, bulging out on the sides. I could hear their tongues lapping...